tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91016585928321537862024-10-24T14:39:34.430+02:00"Abbiate Sempre Il Coraggio Di Essere Voi Stessi"Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-71193861970987199282011-03-31T23:29:00.001+02:002011-05-29T22:27:41.854+02:00Black rebel<br />dark Never<br />evil Sweet<br /><br />I see<br /><br />Thee & me<br />Rumbling<br />Tumbling<br />Sweating<br />Like crazy<br /><br /><br />Dusky  baby<br />Stygian lady<br />What I see,<br />You're heaven sent to me.<br /><br /><br />They see <br />Dim<br />I think<br />Starry<br /><br />WalKing<br />Queen<br />Beauty like<br /><br />The night.<br /><br /><br />________<br />...& it goes to M. B. T.Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-75789559274368196232011-03-25T02:05:00.001+01:002011-05-29T22:26:24.283+02:00Vedersi con occhi diversi.<br /><br />Vederli, ma il corpo non è lì.<br /><br /><br />Son Lui che parla con Lei<br />Sono i gesti di Lui<br />Riflesso dentro gli occhi di Lei!<br /><br />Sono ospite e protetto<br />Siamo vicini di celo<br />Ma lontani di letto.<br /><br />Sei dolcezza che non posso avere<br />Sei una tristezza che conosco bene.<br />Sei un sorriso che illumina il cielo<br />Stella cadente<br /><br />Che a volte, mi ruba ancora il pensiero.<br /><br /><br />Pensiero<br /><br /><br /><br />_______Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-8053641622679742012011-03-16T17:28:00.001+01:002011-03-16T17:28:58.419+01:00L'ho presa tra la folla<br />Le ho mostrato la via.<br />L'ho portata fino in cima<br />E per mostrarle le stelle,<br />Ho schiarito la foschia.<br /><br />Ma non è bastato<br />Tutto quello che le avevo regalato<br />Lei lo ha preso e lo ha gettato.<br /><br />Chi perde per davvero,<br />Chi si sente misero?<br />Chi non crede in niente,<br />O chi ci crede davvero?<br /><br />Non puoi salvare chi sceglie l'autodistruzione,<br />Non lo puoi fermare.<br />Ti puoi solo trovare abbastanza vicino da sentire l'innesco <br />Prima che si faccia saltare.<br /><br /><br />____________________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-79940022809004474912011-02-27T23:15:00.011+01:002011-03-16T17:29:41.298+01:00There's a war next to the border<br />& we don't know.<br />There's people shouting louder:<br />Hell No, Don't go!<br /><br />Everybody's got a question<br />No one's looking for a remedy<br />Tragedies happen in succession<br />Can you stop this tendency?<br /><br />Kids with guns<br />Baby snipers in the brush.<br /><br />Angel are you crying because of me?<br /><br />If love should keep us together<br />Steel & lead will tear us apart.<br /><br /><br />________________________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-39656097629836875322011-02-22T15:04:00.011+01:002011-05-29T22:31:22.462+02:00If no enthusiasm displays<br />If there ain't proclivity<br />When passion's running out<br /><br />She stay alone.<br /><br />"You don't see me!"<br />She said.<br /><br />She cried,<br />She yelled,<br />She screamed:<br /><br />"I'm standing in the front,<br />So beautiful,<br />But you don't"<br /><br />No<br /><br />"You don't see me!"<br />She said.<br /><br />"You don't!"<br /><br /><br /><br />________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-75573048472391434452011-02-05T12:01:00.003+01:002011-02-26T16:01:51.701+01:00Why can't we just leave the past behind?<br />Why does she keep on coming back?<br />Why does it happen all the time?<br />I wonder why it's still like that.<br /><br /><br /><br />_________________________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-51662314624539280992009-12-23T00:31:00.003+01:002010-07-04T11:43:46.676+02:00Don't stand too close,<br />If you really want to see me.<br />The meaning's right above<br />Can you hear what I'm singing.<br /><br />So don't stand to close,<br />If you really want to feel me,<br />You don't need my touch,<br />Don't look into my eyes.<br /><br />Don't look into my eyes.<br /><br /><br />___________________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-31339753417457796732009-12-13T18:59:00.008+01:002011-02-26T15:56:51.554+01:00E Quante Volte <br />Ti Ho Baciato Sulla Bocca<br /><br />E Quante Volte <br />Ti Ho Guardato Dentro Agli Occhi<br /><br />Ed Ogni Volta <br />Ho Capito Quasi Niente<br />E Ancora Oggi <br />Non Si Leva Facilmente<br /><br /><br />Si Può Desistere O Resistere<br />Combattere O Arretrare<br />Si Può Odiare Amare, Dire <br />E Non Riuscire A Fare<br /><br />Si Può Provare, Andare<br />E Non Si Può Trovare<br />Puoi Lasciare <br />Disperare<br /><br />E Alla Fine Può Arrivare<br /><br /><br />________________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-5732046906456837632009-11-15T11:21:00.006+01:002009-11-15T11:38:08.241+01:00Corteggerò La Musica<br />E Diverrà Mia Sposa.<br /><br />Starò Alla Larga Dall'Incostante Fama,<br />Dalla Gloria Capricciosa<br />E Non Ostenterò Ricchezza, Lusso Od Opulenza.<br /><br />Vestirò Poesia, <br />Passione,<br />Tumulto,<br />Gioia,<br />Tempo,<br />Ritmo<br />E Melodia.<br /><br />E Sarò Libero<br /><br /><br />__________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-3663265207803067322009-11-14T00:43:00.008+01:002009-11-15T11:32:32.416+01:00I'm So Sick<br />Got An Antisocial Personality<br />Lost Inside A Bassline<br />Lost Inside A Melody.<br /><br />What Am I Looking For?<br />I'm Lookin For None.<br /><br />Maybe It's Just Me<br />Maybe It's Just The Will <br />To be part Of This<br />Music I Love Still.<br /><br /><br /><br />___________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-85757885626203479232009-11-10T16:29:00.000+01:002009-12-13T19:23:15.191+01:00NON FARE DOMANDE!<br />SE NON SEI ASSOLUTAMENTE CERTO DI VOLER CONOSCERE LE RISPOSTE.<br /><br /><br />________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-1812470013210865182009-10-23T00:02:00.000+02:002009-12-13T19:22:21.588+01:00Il Nostro Cuore Ci Guida Nel Cammino<br />Prima Ancora Che La Mente Sappia Dove Stiamo Andando<br /><br />Non Chiamatelo Fato <br />E' Tutto Scritto Dentro Di Noi<br /> <br />Basta Solo Imparare A Leggere<br /><br /><br />_____________________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-27095033750193992362009-08-29T23:22:00.002+02:002009-08-29T23:23:25.923+02:00<div>In qualsiasi luogo ci troviamo,</div><div>ci basta appoggiare il palmo della mano contro il suolo</div><div>per sentire il RESPIRO della terra.</div><div><br /></div><div>Quella vibrazione si propaga sinuosa per kilometri in ogni direzione,</div><div>fino a che un artista la raccoglie,</div><div>si lascia ispirare</div><div>e la trasforma.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Wherever we may find ourselves,</div><div>we can touch the ground with the palm of our hands</div><div>and feel theBREATH of earth.</div><div><br /></div><div>That vibration spreads sinuously for miles in every direction</div><div>till it gets caught by the inspiration of an artist...</div><div>and becomes a piece of art.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.myspace.com/rocknatureorg">www.myspace.com/rocknatureorg</a></div><div><a href="http://www.rocknature.org">www.rocknature.org</a></div>Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-83905353891950444392009-07-17T22:39:00.001+02:002009-11-15T11:33:14.511+01:00I don't know<div>When,</div><div>Will I get out the mess inside my head!</div><div>Still a big mess inside my head!</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks I still got my friends,</div><div>I still got my friends.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Life,</div><div>is like an open window on the night.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br />_________________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-9998907847248816572009-05-27T17:58:00.002+02:002009-05-27T18:56:44.390+02:00Chiamato da un raggio di sole,<br />io pensavo:<br /><br />Cosa inseguiamo?<br /><br />I sogni ci rapiscono la notte <br />e noi passiamo giorni interi a cercare di riprenderli...<br />...c'è qualcosa di sbagliato.<br />Non è così che dovrebbe andare<br /><br />In Amor vince chi fugge,<br />ma la vita non proclama vincitori o vinti.<br />L'Amore mi ha insegnato che per prendere la luce non serve correre,<br />ma camminare.<br /><br />Fai un passo fuori dall'ombra <br />e lì troverai <br />tutto ciò che vai cercando.<br /><br /><br />___________________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-36272090306711455112009-04-28T13:00:00.000+02:002009-06-02T11:47:18.359+02:00INTO A RAINY DAY,<br />UNDER A CLOUDY SKY.<br /><br />I<br />FEEL LIKE.<br /><br />THEY'VE KILLED YOU AGAIN<br />AND YOU'VE JUST DIED.<br /><br /><br />_________________________Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-6095239556904131862008-10-08T23:25:00.000+02:002008-10-08T23:26:10.238+02:00<object width="400" height="302"> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /> <param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1529825&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" /> <embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1529825&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/1529825?pg=embed&amp;sec=1529825">Blog Action Day 2008 Poverty</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/blogactionday?pg=embed&amp;sec=1529825">Blog Action Day</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;sec=1529825">Vimeo</a>.Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-32112578932283988202008-09-05T01:58:00.004+02:002009-06-02T11:48:04.095+02:00La superficialità,<br />a volte,<br />è l'arma di difesa delle persone sensibili!<br /><br />_____________________<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>dedicato a Yue.</em></span>Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-85203267580193092032008-04-18T17:23:00.003+02:002008-04-18T18:01:09.882+02:00Siete tutti pazzi!<br />Riappropriatevi della vostra vita....<br />...e godetevela!Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-36638424813464157932007-12-03T23:00:00.001+01:002011-02-26T16:00:44.905+01:00...e dopo le prime righe fù naturale spengere la musica,<br />c'alcun suon corrompesse la lettura,<br />che nota alcuna,<br />spezzasse un ritmo tanto melodioso.<br /><br /><br />_______Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-6287262345249666952007-11-18T23:04:00.000+01:002007-11-18T23:05:50.474+01:00Ciao Papà.<br />Ti Voglio Bene.<br /><br /><br />_______Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-71566873461740071272007-11-16T00:21:00.001+01:002009-11-15T11:34:18.367+01:00Sei La Voce Narrante<br />Delle Immagini<br />Che Passano Nella Mia Mente.<br /><br /><br />_______<br /><em>16 - 11 - 2007 : La Fro</em>Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-49007499625010841602007-11-03T21:01:00.000+01:002007-11-03T21:03:31.324+01:00<div align="center">ore 18:44 Benvenuta Giorgia!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">_______</div>Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-8720816380786383862007-10-24T02:42:00.001+02:002009-06-02T11:43:28.255+02:00If you just need to hate somebody,<br />Hate me baby<br />You always needed someone to despise,<br />So why<br />Why not, keep on telling all those lies?<br /><br />Focus all your anger on me baby<br />Shoot me in the head if this may help,<br />But I’ll keep on coming back.<br /><br />So why not stopping your inner war instead?<br /><br /><br />I’ve never hurt you,<br />Didn’t need it then.<br />Cuz’ you’re so good,<br />doin’ it by yourself.<br /><br /><br />You can’t just hate anybody<br />Point your hate on me.<br />You always needed someone to despise<br />Right?<br />Shoot my chest, so maybe you’ll forget the rest.<br /><br />Focus all your anger on me baby.<br />Shoot me in the head if you think I was so bad.<br />Ain't it mad?<br /><br />I'm not guilty and I feel love...<br />but you feel hate instead.<br /><br /><br />_______Massimo Viscontihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01309752738380849362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101658592832153786.post-74858493304175000062007-10-17T23:51:00.001+02:002009-06-02T11:43:59.604+02:00Colmare le distanze,<br />presuppone l'intraprendere un viaggio.<br /><br />Il cammino,<br />di qualunque natura esso sia,<br />può tuttavia riservare scoperte meravigliose.<br /><br /><br />_______<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">dedicato a Valentine </span></em>Massimo 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